Isildur's Heir
By: Mask of Twilight
Disclaimer: All of these characters are created from the brilliant mind of Tolkien; they are not mine, and never will be.
AN: I am so sorry this took so long! I've been extremely busy as of late, and haven't had much time to update. I just hope I haven't lost any of my readers...thanks for the reviews of the last chapter, though!
Chapter II
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Estel sat on a small wooden bridge in the valley of Rivendell, his long legs dangling in the crystal water. It was the finest of days, but the beauty of it was overlooked by the young man. He sighed, hearing the wind whisper of far-away lands, places where he had never wandered. He allowed his thoughts to drift to those places...
Estel looked down and tossed a pebble in the stream; watched it as it sank to the muddy bottom. He listened to the familiar sounds of the valley. The soft waterfalls in the distance, the wind blowing through the trees, the bird's songs mingling with that of the elves. It was a fair place indeed, and Estel loved Elrond as he would a father, and Elrond's sons as if they were brothers, but...well, he had spent almost nineteen years in this place. He was ready to see the rest of the world now.
But Elrond seemed to think otherwise, and his mother did anything Elrond would ask. Gilraen said it was to protect Estel. "Protect me from what?" he had asked many a time. But all she would do was shake her head and, kissing his forehead, leave the room.
He was growing tired of it all. Estel couldn't help but wonder if they were keeping something from him; withholding secrets that he felt he should know.
Estel looked behind him as he heard the sound of footsteps. It was his mother, Gilraen. Her dark hair shining in the sunlight, her flowing dress moving slightly with the breeze. He smiled as she approached and sat near him. She returned the smile and looked at him, a slightly worried expression gracing her small face.
"What is troubling you, my son?" she asked, her voice soft and elegant.
"Nothing important enough for you to worry about," Estel answered softly, smiling to reassure her.
Unfortunately for her son, she wasn't convinced. Putting an arm around his shoulder, she spoke in a motherly tone. "Don't try to dissuade me; I know there is something wrong." she smiled sadly. "Perhaps it is Elrohir and Elladan's leaving, hmm?"
Estel sighed. "You know me too well, Mother." He stared vacantly ahead as he spoke, not looking at her. "They are always leaving this place, to fight the enemy, or keep the peace..." he paused. "And I am always made to stay here." Looking back to her, he continued, his voice slightly rising. "I am a man now, Mother; you cannot hold me here forever. I need to live my own life." Seeing her slightly hurt expression, he softened. "Mother, I love you; you know I do. And I love Elrond. But I can't stay here forever."
She nodded slowly. "You're right, Estel. I just didn't know if you were ready." She smiled softly and took him by the arm. "Come then, we will speak of this to Master Elrond."
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Elrond watched his two sons as they loaded their horses with everything they might need for their long journey. He was used to their leaving; they were rarely seen at Rivendell. But they had fought many battles with the rising forces of Mordor, and returned in victory every time. But there was always a chance that they would not come back...
"We are ready to depart, Father," Elladen said. "Do we have your blessing?"
Elrond Halfelven smiled and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. "You always have my blessing, my sons. Fight valiantly." They nodded and mounted their horses.
"Say farewell to Estel for us!" Elrohir called as they began to leave. Elrond nodded, but stopped as he heard a voice behind him.
"There is no need to say farewell, brothers!" Estel said as he ran up. "That is, if Master Elrond will allow me to go with you. And even if he does not, I will follow you in secret, for I will not be left behind again."
Elrond raised an eyebrow at Estel's boldness. "You wish to go with them?" he said, amused.
"Yes, Father, with all my heart."
Elrond was silent for a moment, deep in thought. Then he turned to Gilraen, who had followed her son. "And what do you think of this?" he asked her. "Of your only son going off to war?"
Gilraen seemed to have already made her descision, and spoke, her tone allowing no room for debate. "I wish for him to go."
Elrond nodded. "Then go he shall." Estel could not hide his happiness, and bowed before Elrond. "Thank you, Father," he said. "I will fight valiantly."
"Indeed you shall," Elrond said. "Elrohir; Elladen, wait for your brother."
The two elves nodded and dismounted. "Hurry up, Estel!" they said good-naturedly. "We wouldn't want to be late!"
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By: Mask of Twilight
Disclaimer: All of these characters are created from the brilliant mind of Tolkien; they are not mine, and never will be.
AN: I am so sorry this took so long! I've been extremely busy as of late, and haven't had much time to update. I just hope I haven't lost any of my readers...thanks for the reviews of the last chapter, though!
Chapter II
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Estel sat on a small wooden bridge in the valley of Rivendell, his long legs dangling in the crystal water. It was the finest of days, but the beauty of it was overlooked by the young man. He sighed, hearing the wind whisper of far-away lands, places where he had never wandered. He allowed his thoughts to drift to those places...
Estel looked down and tossed a pebble in the stream; watched it as it sank to the muddy bottom. He listened to the familiar sounds of the valley. The soft waterfalls in the distance, the wind blowing through the trees, the bird's songs mingling with that of the elves. It was a fair place indeed, and Estel loved Elrond as he would a father, and Elrond's sons as if they were brothers, but...well, he had spent almost nineteen years in this place. He was ready to see the rest of the world now.
But Elrond seemed to think otherwise, and his mother did anything Elrond would ask. Gilraen said it was to protect Estel. "Protect me from what?" he had asked many a time. But all she would do was shake her head and, kissing his forehead, leave the room.
He was growing tired of it all. Estel couldn't help but wonder if they were keeping something from him; withholding secrets that he felt he should know.
Estel looked behind him as he heard the sound of footsteps. It was his mother, Gilraen. Her dark hair shining in the sunlight, her flowing dress moving slightly with the breeze. He smiled as she approached and sat near him. She returned the smile and looked at him, a slightly worried expression gracing her small face.
"What is troubling you, my son?" she asked, her voice soft and elegant.
"Nothing important enough for you to worry about," Estel answered softly, smiling to reassure her.
Unfortunately for her son, she wasn't convinced. Putting an arm around his shoulder, she spoke in a motherly tone. "Don't try to dissuade me; I know there is something wrong." she smiled sadly. "Perhaps it is Elrohir and Elladan's leaving, hmm?"
Estel sighed. "You know me too well, Mother." He stared vacantly ahead as he spoke, not looking at her. "They are always leaving this place, to fight the enemy, or keep the peace..." he paused. "And I am always made to stay here." Looking back to her, he continued, his voice slightly rising. "I am a man now, Mother; you cannot hold me here forever. I need to live my own life." Seeing her slightly hurt expression, he softened. "Mother, I love you; you know I do. And I love Elrond. But I can't stay here forever."
She nodded slowly. "You're right, Estel. I just didn't know if you were ready." She smiled softly and took him by the arm. "Come then, we will speak of this to Master Elrond."
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Elrond watched his two sons as they loaded their horses with everything they might need for their long journey. He was used to their leaving; they were rarely seen at Rivendell. But they had fought many battles with the rising forces of Mordor, and returned in victory every time. But there was always a chance that they would not come back...
"We are ready to depart, Father," Elladen said. "Do we have your blessing?"
Elrond Halfelven smiled and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. "You always have my blessing, my sons. Fight valiantly." They nodded and mounted their horses.
"Say farewell to Estel for us!" Elrohir called as they began to leave. Elrond nodded, but stopped as he heard a voice behind him.
"There is no need to say farewell, brothers!" Estel said as he ran up. "That is, if Master Elrond will allow me to go with you. And even if he does not, I will follow you in secret, for I will not be left behind again."
Elrond raised an eyebrow at Estel's boldness. "You wish to go with them?" he said, amused.
"Yes, Father, with all my heart."
Elrond was silent for a moment, deep in thought. Then he turned to Gilraen, who had followed her son. "And what do you think of this?" he asked her. "Of your only son going off to war?"
Gilraen seemed to have already made her descision, and spoke, her tone allowing no room for debate. "I wish for him to go."
Elrond nodded. "Then go he shall." Estel could not hide his happiness, and bowed before Elrond. "Thank you, Father," he said. "I will fight valiantly."
"Indeed you shall," Elrond said. "Elrohir; Elladen, wait for your brother."
The two elves nodded and dismounted. "Hurry up, Estel!" they said good-naturedly. "We wouldn't want to be late!"
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